Puppy Love

I was watching football when I heard my boyfriend, James, come home with the groceries.  It was a close game, and my beloved Vikings were down by only 2 points with just 15 minutes left in the final quarter.  I could hear James thumping around in the kitchen putting groceries away, and I thought guiltily that I ought to go help, but I didn’t want to miss the end.  When the game was over I went into the kitchen where I found him putting the last few items in the cupboard.  I put my arms around him and kissed his ear, by way of apology.  He reached back absently and stroked my head, then turned around in my arms and put his around my neck. 

He kissed me briefly and asked, “Did you win?”

“No, they did,” I growled unhappily.

“I’m sorry to hear that.  Maybe this will make you feel better.  I have a surprise for you.”  He gave me one of those mischievous grins that always make my heart beat faster.  “But you need to bring me your collar before I can give it to you.”

That’s the way our relationship works.   With one exception, we’re equal partners until I give him my collar and he fastens it around my neck.  Then I’m his to do with as he pleases.  He becomes my Master, and I become his Puppy.  I didn’t have to think about it.  I practically ran to the bedroom, grabbed my collar, stripped off all my clothes, then dashed back to the kitchen where I knelt, naked before him, and presented him with my collar.

Well, almost naked.  That’s the one exception to our equality agreement.  He doesn’t trust me to behave myself when he’s not around, so he keeps me locked in a chastity device when I’m not under his direct control.  He cites studies that say that bi-sexuals, of which I am one, have more sex than either straights or gays.  But more than that, I think he likes knowing that he has absolute control over every orgasm I ever have.  And frankly, so do I.  So there I knelt wearing nothing but a clear plastic cage locked around my cock, which was already trying, unsuccessfully, to get hard in its restricted position.

Master took the collar from me saying, “That was fast.  Is my Puppy looking forward to his surprise?”  He grinned and I nodded my head vigorously as he strapped the leather collar around my neck.  “Good.  But before I can give you your surprise we have to make sure you’re good and clean.  Come on.” 

He indicated that I should stand, then led me across the hall to the bathroom.  There he pointed at the floor and ordered.  “On your knees.  Forehead on the floor.  Ass in the air.”

I did as I was told, shivering in anticipation, watching him the best I could out of the corner of my eye.  Out of one of the cupboards he produced a bottle of ready-to-use enema.  That was new.  I was beginning to suspect that his little trip to the grocery store had been very carefully timed to insure I would be too busy with the game to investigate what he had brought home.  I wondered for a moment what other surprises he may have picked up while he was out.  He stepped behind me and carefully inserted the nozzle into my anus.  I concentrated on relaxing my sphincter as it slid home. 

“You ready?” he asked, and without waiting for a reply started squeezing the bottle.  The liquid was cool as it rushed into my colon.  Almost immediately I felt the urge to evacuate.  Soon the bottle was empty and he slid the nozzle out of my hole.  He stepped around in front of me, and I could hear an electronic beeping.  “Look up,” he said softly.  I did as I was told, and saw him place a kitchen timer on the floor in front of me.  It was set for 5 minutes.  “When this goes off I’ll come back and give you permission to evacuate.  He pressed the start button, and then left me on the cold bathroom floor counting down the seconds until I could have release.  Five minutes doesn’t sound like much, but it’s an eternity when your ass is full of laxative and screaming at you to void.  I put my forehead back on the floor and tried to relax, breathing through the waves of increasing urgency.  I looked up at the clock, expecting the time to be almost up.  Four and a half minutes left to go.  I whimpered and put my head back down.

Several times I looked up hoping my torture was almost over, only to discover that 30 seconds, or a minute had passed.  Finally the alarm went off.  But master didn’t come.  It beeped insistently and started counting up the seconds.  A full minute passed, and I rocked back and forth in desperation.  At two minutes I started getting chills, and wasn’t sure I could hold it.  Still Master wouldn’t come.  I knew he must be able to hear the timer.  The apartment isn’t that big.  This was his way of making sure that I knew he had complete control of every aspect, every function of my body.  He would decide when I would be allowed to release the enema.  Before long I was fighting back tears, imagining the humiliation if I failed to hold it.  I was completely lost in my own misery, whimpering and moaning, openly crying, rocking on my knees in a desperate attempt to control my bowels when I finally noticed Master standing in the doorway. 

I have no idea how long he had been standing there watching my plight, but when I looked up at him he smiled and asked, “Does Puppy need to go yet?”  I nodded vigorously and whimpered again.  He reached down and stopped the timer.  The alarm had been going off for 10 minutes.  “Very well.  When I leave the room you may get up and void.  When you’re finished, hop in the shower and clean up.  Make sure your ass is nice and clean.  Then present yourself to me in the living room. 

With great relief I did as I was told.  It took a surprisingly long time to empty my bowels.  Every time I thought I was finished another wave would hit me and I would once again expel explosively.  When I was finally done I took a shower and soaped myself up, paying particular attention to my ass, making sure it was clean inside and out.  When I was done I went into the living room and knelt before my Master.

He was reading the paper, and he finished the article he was reading before putting  it aside and acknowledging my presence.  “Feeling better?” he asked.   I nodded.  “Good.  Turn around and present your asshole to me.”

I did as I was told, pushing my ass high in the air, reaching back with both hands to pull my cheeks wide apart.  I heard him scootch to the edge of his seat, then felt something cold drop onto my anal opening.  Soon he was massaging the cold substance in and around my tight little hole.  I wondered if the surprise he promised was a new toy.  Maybe a new, larger butt plug.  Or one of those monster dildos.   I moaned and leaned back onto his finger, pushing it deeper into me.  He twisted his hand around and started gently probing my prostate. 

He chuckled, reading my mind, and asked, “Does Puppy want to be fucked?  Does he want a big cock shoved up his ass?”

I blushed at the thought that my desires were so transparent, but nodded anyway, the best I could with my face on the floor.  I was painfully aware of my cock trying to get hard again in its little cage.  I hoped Master would release it and let me cum as he fucked me.  That wasn’t to be.

“Sorry, Pup,” he said, unceremoniously pulling his finger out of my hole.  “Not today.  Or, not yet, anyway.  You see if I’m going to give you your surprise I need to make sure you’re really, really clean, so I’m going to have to give you a few more enemas.  The lube is to make sure you don’t get all chapped and sore.”  With that he produced another, larger enema bottle and slid it into my ass.

I moaned, in frustration.  He squeezed the bottle hard, and I felt the liquid gush into my recently emptied rectum.  When the bottle was empty he pulled it out, and I had to clamp down hard to keep from expelling the contents of my ass all over the living room carpet.  He gave me a moment to adjust to the pressure before ordering me to my feet and heading back to the bathroom.  I clenched my cheeks together as hard as I could and waddled after him.  When we got there he ordered me back to my previous position, forehead on the floor, ass in the air.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announced.  “You stay there until I’m finished.” 

I groaned, praying that this wouldn’t be one of the epic 20 minute showers he was so fond of.  I heard him unzip his pants, and felt them drop to the floor by my head, followed soon after by his shirt.  Then I heard the slap of his bare feet on the floor as he stepped out of his underwear.  I wanted so badly to look up and take in his naked beauty. 

As if in answer to my prayer he called, “Oh, Puppy …” I looked up, and got just a glimpse of his hard muscled body before he dropped his boxer briefs over my head laughing as he taunted, “Hold these for me while I shower, would you?”

I should probably take a moment at this point to explain something to you.  My Master is FtM.  A female to male transsexual.  A man with a pussy.  A guy with pie.  Don’t get me wrong – there is nothing even remotely feminine about him.  I’m not a small guy - six feet tall, athletic build – but I have no doubt that he could pick me up and throw me across the room if he wanted to, despite the fact that he’s nearly 8 inches shorter.  He’s compact and muscular.  If you met him on the street you’d never guess he had ever been anything but a regular guy.  Unfortunately (for him, fortunately for me) medical technology doesn’t allow for the construction of aesthetically realistic, fully functioning cocks.  He always says, “I’d rather have a pussy that works, than a cock that doesn’t,” so he’s never had bottom surgery.  Testosterone does make the clit grow to the size of a small child’s penis, but the plumbing isn’t hooked up like a bio-boy’s cock.  He also says that he gets much wetter since he started taking testosterone than he did before.

I believe it.  His underwear was absolutely soaking with his juices.  He knows the smell drives me wild.  Much like pussy juice, but with a decidedly masculine aroma.  By the time he finished his shower my poor cock had unsuccessfully tried to get hard at least a dozen times.  My balls were aching with need.  My poor prick was straining for release and drooling pre-cum like a leaky faucet.  And on top of that, I needed to evacuate like I’ve never needed anything before in my life.  Master stepped out of the shower and pulled the underwear off of my head.  He stood before me in all his naked glory, slowly drying himself with a towel, enjoying the psychological dilemma he was putting me through.  Half of me wanted to feast my eyes on him, enjoying the show he was putting on for my benefit.  On the other hand, I was utterly distracted by my desperate need to go to the bathroom.  Half of my mind was leaping ahead, hoping he’d play with his little cock for me, the other half was screaming for him to stop and just let me take a shit. 

Finally he stopped and stepped around to my side.  His face suddenly grew dark as he spotted the puddle of pre-cum on the floor under my caged cock.  “Well.  It looks as if we have a bad Puppy on our hands.  He’s made a mess all over the floor.”  He suddenly knelt down and grabbed me around the waist, holding me fast in one well-muscled arm.  At the same time his other hand swung around and swatted my ass hard.  “Bad puppy!”

I nearly lost control of my bowels right then and there, but I knew I would be in for much worse punishment if I did, not to mention the utter humiliation.  So I clamped my cheeks together as hard as I could.

“Bad, bad puppy!” he cried, punctuating each word with another hard slap.  By the time he stopped I was crying from the effort not to lose control under that brutal assault.  Finally he stood up, pointed at the puddle on the floor, and said with disgust, “Clean it up.”

My face burnt with shame, my cheeks nearly as bright as my ass as I bent down and started lapping pre-cum off the floor with my tongue.  When I had licked every drop of the salty liquid off the floor, he finally gave me permission to expel the enema, once again ordering me to clean up afterward and meet him back in the living room.

When I was finished I knelt before him, like before, in front of his favorite chair.  He had tossed a towel on the seat to protect it from his juices, and was sitting there stark naked idly playing with his little dick.  Remembering how I had shamed myself earlier, I made a point of not looking, though I desperately wanted to.  He smiled knowingly and ordered me to present my asshole for him again.  I obeyed, wondering if I would ever be released from my cock cage and allowed to cum.  Clearly that was not in the plan yet.  He leaned forward and once again started lubing my ass.  I tried not to think about the finger slowly circling my hole, then gently pushing in and out.  But he has an amazing knack for finding all the most sensitive spots and knowing just the right amount of pressure to use for maximum effect.  It wasn’t long before I was wriggling and moaning under his ministrations.

“I think one more should be sufficient,” he announced, pulling his finger out of my ass again.  “Stay.”  With that he abruptly stood up and went into the kitchen.  I heard the refrigerator door open and close, and a few moments later he was behind me once more.  “I popped this one in the fridge when I got home.  You know … just for variety.”  There was sadistic glee in his voice.  I shuddered in anticipation.  That enema had been chilling for well over an hour by now.  Sure enough, it felt like ice water filling my bowels as he squeezed this final enema into me.  I whined as my insides started to cramp, and chills shot up and down my spine.  “The good news is, I’m not going to make you hold this one as long as the others.”  With that he got up and headed back into the kitchen to wash his hands, pulling on a bath robe as he went, and left me in the living room clutching my sphincter around that icy enema.

A few minutes later he came back to find me rocking and whimpering where he’d left me.

“O.K.  Get up, it’s time for you to void again.”

  I clenched my cheeks hard as I carefully got up and waddled as quickly as I could to the bathroom.  There I turned around, and was surprised to find him standing in the doorway, his robe hanging open as he casually leaned against the door frame.  He noticed my hesitation,

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Sit down and let it go.” 

Apparently this time he wasn’t going to let me empty my bowels in private.  I blanched as I realized that he wasn’t even going to shut the door.  The toilet sits right in front of the door and is directly across from the kitchen window.  Anyone walking by on the street can see it when the door is open if they just glance in the window.  But I was too desperate to argue.  Burning with shame, I quickly sat down and let the liquid explode out of my rectum.  Now I understood why he hadn’t made hold this one as long.  Although my insides had quickly adjusted to the temperature, the water was still very cold as it rushed past my sensitive opening, making me even more intensely aware of the private act I was now performing publicly as wave after wave of cold water flowed out of my ass into the toilet.

When I was finished I was once again ordered to clean up in the shower, although this time it had been mostly water that had come out of my colon.  Just before I stepped in, though, he stopped me.  “We had probably better let you wash your dick while we’re at it.  Lord knows you made a mess of it earlier.”  I blushed, but was grateful as he pulled the key to my cock cage out of the pocket of his bath robe and released my poor aching cock from its prison. 

“But, no cumming without permission.  I’ll be watching you to make sure.  Leave the door open, and any time you touch it, I want you to face me.  When you wash your ass, you’ll face the wall.  Understood?”

I nodded my agreement and stepped into the shower, leaving the door open.  I washed my ass first, rubbing the soap around my anus and dipping my finger in and out a few times for good measure.  I could feel Master’s eyes visually fucking my hole behind me.  When I was finished Master made me bend over and spread my cheeks for him, while he carefully inspected my well-scrubbed ass.  He blew on my rosebud and laughed as it clenched in reaction to the cold air. 

“It looks good, but do it again.  I want to be sure.  This time use the scrub brush” 

The scrub brush was boar bristle, stiff as heck.  I soaped it up, but hesitated before scraping it across my already irritated, sensitive asshole. 

“Do you want me to do it for you?”

Hell no, I knew I didn’t want that, so I attacked my poor little hole myself, scraping that rough brush around until my whole ass was red and raw.  Finally he declared my ass clean enough, and ordered me to turn around and wash my cock.  The poor “little pup” hadn’t been out of its cage in days, and was already standing at attention in front of me.  It would take very delicate work to wash it without cumming all over myself.  That would make Master very angry.  He was watching me carefully for any sign of unauthorized orgasm.  He made me stroke my cock and balls for nearly twenty minutes.  By the end I was begging him to allow me to cum, and I was moving my hand in slow motion.  Any faster and I knew I would lose control.  God I needed to climax so badly!

Finally he had me get out and dry off, which I did very carefully to keep from pulling the trigger.  Then he led me back to the bedroom and ordered me up to stand at the foot of the bed.  He blindfolded me, then left the room for a few moments.  I felt the breeze as he tossed something across the bed, then he led me up onto the bed.  I could feel the rough texture of a terry cloth towel under my hands and knees, which led me to hope that he was planning for this to get messy.  He guided me over a pillow that had been placed under the towel, and had me bend over it, pushing my hips and ass higher into the air.  Then I was left to cool in this uncomfortable position for a few minutes.  I hoped he was putting on his strap-on.  When I felt him climb onto the bed behind me, I tried to suppress the urge to wiggle in anticipation.  

“Are you ready for your surprise, Puppy?”

“Oh yes.  Please. Please, yes,” I whispered.

And it was a surprise.  Instead of cold lube being rubbed into my hole, I felt a hot tongue wriggling against my rosebud.  I gasped.  My God, he’s rimming me!  I thought.  He had always said he’d never do that.  I moaned and leaned into his tongue, trying hard not to come on the spot.  Not only did I not have permission, but I wanted to make this last.  He gently ran his tongue up and down my crack a few times, then flexed it into a hard little spike and pushed it past my sphincter into my very clean hole, where he wriggled it about.  Then he started tongue fucking me in earnest, pushing it in and out, and pausing every so often to wriggle it around, or to lick softly around the outside of my tender hole.  I groaned into the mattress.

“Are you liking that, Puppy?”

“Oh, God, yes!” I gasped.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Ung.  Yes!  Oh please, yes!”

I felt a well-lubed dildo slide into my hungry ass.  It felt like the big one, and I sucked in my breath as the bulbous head pushed deep inside me.  I pushed up on my hands and started rocking back and forth, trying to push it deeper into me.  Master met me thrust for thrust, and soon his belly was slapping my ass every time.  He reached around and started massaging my balls with those magic fingers, finding just the right spots to make my head spin with desire. 

Finally he murmured in my ear, “You can cum now, Puppy.”

I did.  I came so hard my jism splashed across my chest and hit my chin.  My back arched, all the blood rushed out of my head, and I let out an involuntary groan of relief before collapsing across the towel-covered pillow.  I felt the dildo slip out of me as I lay there panting.  Master let me recover for a few minutes while he cleaned up. 

When he came back he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “Time for you to return the favor.”

I got up, and he arranged himself on his back over the towel-covered pillow.  “First I want you to suck my cock.  Then you can lick my pussy.  Then I want you to lick my ass.”

I bent over him and eagerly drew his 3 inch cock into my mouth.  I have to be careful when I blow him, because his cock is more sensitive than a regular guy’s.  So I very gently sucked it, allowing it to slide between lips and tongue.  He sighed and closed his eyes, spreading his legs wider for me.  Soon I expanded my explorations down to his dripping wet cunt.  Good lord, I’ve never met a woman who got as wet as he does.  Juices were flowing down his ass crack, and dripping like cum-ropes off his cock.  I eagerly lapped them up, dipping my tongue into his “man hole” (cunt), searching out that rough patch that drives him wild.  Soon he was moaning softly and pushing his twat hard against my face.  I loved every minute of it.  After a while I followed the stream down to his ass and started gently licking around his star.  I had never rimmed anyone before, so I was a little nervous at first, but soon I got into it.   First I licked the whole length of his crack, like the puppy I am, then gently ran my tongue around his hole in little circles. 

About this time he reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out his favorite vibrator.  He was running it up and down the shaft of his cock, and then dipping it into his cunny and pressing it against his G spot.  I continued giving my attention to his asshole, dipping my tongue rapidly in and out.  It went on like this until my jaw was aching, but I wasn’t about to give up until he came.  Finally all my hard work paid off, in dividends.  He started bucking and moaning, and suddenly squirted all over my face.  Wow!  Another first!

I have a feeling this is going to become a regular part of our repertoire.  And I’m looking forward to it.